I’m afraid my camping days could be behind me unless I’m willing to go alone. I used to have a camping buddy who would meet me at a state park more or less halfway between our houses. We’d pitch a tent, get a fire going, eat good food, and explore the nature of reality. (We also told jokes about breaking wind.) It was rainy the last time. We had a fire going but had to huddle under a tarp. I used the word “had,” which was true for him. He kept offering to call an Uber to take us to...

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